Flight of the Swallow

From the chartreuse scene to a dusty bronze land. This the sky’s calling for their wings to soar, to disband. The sun is their shadow, they bathe in her honey-stained glory. Under the silence of the stars, they never surrender their flight story. The days are long, they travel beyond all rhyme or reason This is their journey, in life and in season. Fragile hearts drum on in tawny twilight. From feathered soldiers by day, to winged spectres of night. Come morning, they are ushered, ablaze by warm, crimson skies In earthly kingdoms below, they are but the envy of every land creature’s eyes. The compass points north, over mountain and rooftop they climb. Beyond sun kissed valleys and storm swept seas they glide. This the tale of the swallow, for in every heart of one, they do lovingly sing. A voyage of courage is what the swallow bird does bring.